Some Thoughts After a Long Day...

...that promises to be repeated tomorrow. Anyway:
      I spent a good 5 hours sewing today. It's not often that I get to sew in that concentrated an amount, but since it was just addressed LAST WEEK that this year's Reformation Party will deal with the Scottish Reformation rather than Luther and the start of the Protestant Reformation. Which means I have to make a Celtic-y/Highland-y dress, because I can't help myself. Believe me, I tried-- I finished an absolutely gorgeous, medieval-style gown that I am in love with (actually, it's Yvaine's dress from Stardust. The blue one. Stardust is one of those things that I love greatly and inexplicably. Claire Danes herself is another). Anyway.
     In between sewing and studying, I had time to read a few of Chesterton's old articles (I found a book of them at a used book store. Used bookstores rock), and was particularly struck by one on "Victorian Sensibilities and Modern Fiction"...or something like that. I could look it up, but as I've said, it's been a long day. Anyway, in it Chesterton said, and I think it still applies to today's fiction, that most modern authors don't start with basic moral truths, and instead spend their entire book searching for some kind of truth. He compared it to the difference between "searching" and "researching"-- the searcher knows what he is looking for, while the researcher is just seeing what he can find. Someone like Dante had a basis, an assumption of absolute truth from which his stories sprung, while modern authors don't assume this absolute truth and spend their books searching for some kind of moral law. While this can be interesting to read, it's ultimately hallow.
   That's a really fascinating perspective, and I want to apply it to some modern TV shows/movies as well as books, since it's definitely prevalent there.
   Also, just curious, is anyone else as absolutely freaked out as I am by trying to shave while having a leg cramp? It feels like you're gonna slice your calf in half. Truth??